Beating the Odds

Once upon a time I made a dinner that was good. (I know right?) The girls had a friend over that night and she said....and I quote...."Anna that was awesome! I want your mom to make dinner for me every night!" Needless to say the rest of us began laughing hysterically! Oh Trinity! You must be new here! Two weeks later that same friend just happened to stop by unannounced on enchilada night. (It was also the first time I had cooked since the last time she was there.) What are the odds that she would get not just 1, but 2 good dinners at my house? The girls told her that she needed to stop by more often because those were the only nights dinner didn't suck. I don't think she got the full magnitude of my incompetency in the kitchen until we showed her this blog and explained my "track record" in the culinary world! She hasn't stopped by since. Weird. Maybe she's afraid her luck will run out.